Tears Water Our Growth.

These Earthly Godfathers Of Heaven's Lights, That Give A Name To Every Fixed Star, Have No More Profit Of Their Shining Nights Than Those That Walk And Know Not What They Are.

I Should Think This A Gull, But That The White-bearded Fellow Speaks It; Knavery Cannot, Sure, Hide Himself In Such Reverence.

It Is Not In The Stars To Hold Our Destiny But In Ourselves.

I'll Teach You Differences.

To Unpathed Waters, Undreamed Shores.